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“Me? Seriously? You’re the one about to stuff her in a cab to take herhome. Get out of my house.”
“Yeah, no innuendo there, man. She needs to sleep this off.”
Oh my God, what was happening? This time when I pulled my arm away from Matt I did it successfully. “Stop pretending that you care about me.”
“I do care,” Matt said.
“Really? Did you care when Charlotte ripped me apart in class? Or when she said she wished I would disappear? Or when Mr. Hill made me read out loud for an hour? Or the past week when you didn’t even glance in my direction even though you sit right in front of me?”
“I told you it was complicated…”
“Don’t throw that bullshit excuse at me when I told you my mom just died. Don’t…” I let my voice trail off. “Don’t you dare.” I could feel tears welling in my eyes as the room started to spin. I felt like I was going to be sick. I tried to swallow down the lump in my throat but it wouldn’t budge.
Kennedy showed up just in time. Because she was the only person here who actually cared about me. “How much punch did you have?” she asked after giving dirty looks to both Felix and Matt.
“Just two cups.”
She shook her head. “Lightweight.”
I laughed even though I didn’t know what she was talking about. “And I’m having a nightmare. Matt’s pretending he’s speaking to me and I messed up my first kiss.” I looked at Felix.
Felix’s eyes grew a little wide.
So easy to get lost in them.
“Yup, just a bad dream,” Kennedy said. “Let’s get you home, okay?”
I nodded. “Can we have a sleepover again?”
“Absolutely.”
I was pretty sure Kennedy kicked Felix’s shin as we walked past him. But none of it mattered. Because I was definitely dreaming.
Untouchable - Chapter 10
Friday
“That was so much fun,” I said as the taxi pulled up outside our apartment building. “Can we do that again next week?”
Kennedy opened the cab door. “I think you’ll be singing a different tune tomorrow morning.” She stepped out onto the curb and I followed her.
The movement made my stomach feel weird. Or was it my legs that felt off? Like they weighed more than usual. The thought made me laugh, which made Kennedy start laughing too.
“Cut it out, we have to be quiet.”
“But my legs are so heavy,” I managed to say through my laughter.
She grabbed my arm to steady me on the curb. “Seriously you have to stop laughing or I’m going to keep laughing. I can’t believe you only had two cups.”
“I love punch!” I yelled.
She put her hand over my mouth. “Oh my God, Brooklyn stop. You’re going to get us in so much trouble. We’re definitely sleeping at your uncle’s instead of my place.” She removed her hand from my mouth and gave me a hard stare. “Did you just lick my palm?”
I started laughing again.
“No more punch for you.” She pulled me toward our apartment and somehow managed to force me up the seven flights of stairs, despite my protests.
“I really do love punch,” I said as we finally made it to our floor.
